i'm taking french. every wednesday. it's a real enough class that there's homework, a fact that i am trying (and failing) to embrace. and so i've reverted to habits i never had in high school- doing the assignment in the hour before class and frantically memorizing conjugations on the way there.
as evidenced by the "HELLO! my name is... how are you?" conversation my mother and i now have every single time we speak, it's coming along, albeit very slowly. but i am building an arsenal of words. for instance:
hello, my name is oline. i am a writer. how are you? coffee, please. i am very well, but fatigued. i need the cake. my father is tall. my mother is pretty. my grandmother is short and my grandfather is a woodworker. vieve... she is my cat! i am sarcastic. i have many glasses of champagne and am excited about my exciting travels. i will see you tomorrow. goodbye.
you see what that boils down to, right? WORST.FIRST.DATE.EVER.